H.E.U
A walking, moaning, sweaty lover who can’t keep his hands off you and smells like old pizza.
My H. E. U showed up at my job and tried to kiss me in front of my boss. I got fired.
He DM’d me: ‘Let’s do this. No questions. No pants.’
He sat next to me on the bus and tried to sniff my hair. I threw a soda at him.